A few piles of beef were soon swept away by the hungry wolf-like many savages, and the savage Wang Mengfang turned his head to look at Murong Jiu and Hongguo'er by the stream, and after ordering the twenty savages to stay, he took the other savages out of the savage valley in a mighty way, continued to hunt prey, and continued to barbecue.

Roar...... Roar......

The savages are powerful, and they are even more ferocious when they hunt their prey in groups. For a while, in a place in the primeval jungle, a terrible roar sounded from time to time, and one after another large beasts were tragically attacked by the wild man.

Murong Jiu took the red fruit in his hand and entered the cultivation, and the essence of heaven and earth gathered in a steady stream. Due to Murong Jiu's help, Hongguo'er also indirectly absorbed the essence qi, cut the hair and washed the marrow, and improved the physique.

Her skin is white and crystalline, smooth and delicate, her whole body is faintly aura, and her unkempt hair is also soft and shiny, if it is not wrapped in animal skin, she is more like a generation of spirit girls who have escaped from the world in the peach blossom land.

Two days later, the exercises in his body gradually stopped, and Murong Jiu opened his eyes. For two days of uninterrupted cultivation, his whole body was comfortable, his muscles were full of strength, and sufficient true vitality had accumulated in the dantian and meridians.

What's more, his internal organs and spiritual soul have been continuously tempered, his heartbeat is powerful, and his spirit is condensed.

Turning his head to look at Hong Guo'er, his heart suddenly jumped, Hong Guo'er's facial features were even more exquisite, faintly exuding some divine brilliance, she closed her eyes, but there were two lines of dried tears clearly left on her cheeks.

Consciousness wandered slowly, his thoughts were chaotic for a moment, and the feelings of pity and pity spread to his mind, and his cheeks involuntarily approached Hongguo'er's face.

"Murong, what are you doing?" Only half a foot away from Hong Guo'er's delicate cheeks, the snort of Murong Jiu's breath sprayed on her face, she felt the strong aura of him, and she opened her eyes.

With a pair of clear and pure beautiful eyes, Murong Jiu's open eyes met her for a few breaths, and then he suddenly imprinted his mouth on her pink lips...... Hongguo'er's eyes were wide open, and her eyes were surprised and flustered.

Soft, slippery, fresh, sweet and other tactile sensations clearly transmitted to Murong Jiu's brain nerves, like an electric current flowing through his body, and he shivered excitedly......

"Murong, what's wrong with you?"

Hong Guo'er's voice of surprise clearly sounded in his ears, and Murong Jiu's floating consciousness suddenly returned. Looking at the suspicious Hongguo'er three feet away from him, he raised his hand to touch his lips and smiled awkwardly—yes, what a clear hallucination.

"Hongguo'er, you're even more beautiful. Shaking his head, Murong Jiu expelled the illusion of the out-of-body "One Kiss Fangze" from his mind, feeling the softness and bonelessness of Hongguo'er's slender hands, he praised sincerely.

Hong Guo'er didn't care about whether she was beautiful or not, she paid more attention to the thinking trends in the past two days. In that spiritual world where consciousness flies, she has seen too much and experienced too much, but the moment she opened her eyes, those real thoughts were completely blurred, as illusory as a dream.

"Ah, Murong, Dizi?" Her emotions were not annoyed, not sad, she lacked a lot of emotional colors in her thoughts, she just felt fear, but she looked at Murong Jiu's left hand, and a flute surprised her.

Murong Jiu raised his left hand, took a look, and sure enough, he saw an emerald green flute. The flute is about three feet long, non-bamboo and non-jade, the material is very special, the whole body of the flute is emerald green, giving people a visual feeling of youth and life, and there are two ancient handwriting engraved at one end.

Seven Xuan Flutes, will the flute sound that appears in cultivation be it, and what is its origin?

Murong Jiu stroked the flute lightly, and his fingers touched the two ancient handwritings, he didn't recognize the two inscriptions, but the word "Qixuan" clearly appeared in his spiritual thinking.

He couldn't give a reasonable explanation, so he could only attribute it to the inexplicable mystery of life.

"Hongguo'er, watch me try my hand at the knife and blow a song for you. Blinking his eyes to Hongguo'er, who had a different gaze, Murong Jiu's heart moved, this time he woke up from his cultivation, Hongguo'er had undergone a sharp change in his feelings, as if he had been endowed with a kind of spirituality.

Holding the Qixuan flute with both hands and putting it to his mouth, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, six fingers rose and fell, and the song "Lingyun Flying Crossing" became a song.

The flute sound rose suddenly, and a circle of invisible ripples spread in all directions with the seven Xuan flutes as a circle, and the red fruit suddenly felt the beautiful flute sound in her heart, and her mood fluctuated with the ups and downs of the flute sound.

There were slight ripples on the surface of the stream, and several swimming fish surfaced, spitting out blisters between breaths, the wind was blowing on the flat ground, and the weeds swayed gently, and the sound of the seven flutes, like a fairy, seemed to have such a rhythm, and the space became much quieter and more peaceful, and life was full of vitality.

The immortal flute sound of "Lingyun Flying" felt the deepest in Murong Jiu's heart, and the clouds in his heart were surging, as if hundreds of antelopes had flown over the cliff. One by one, the old and frail antelopes flew in the air, just for the new generation of antelopes to get the strength of a step in the void of the cliff, and jumped again, crossing the cliff safely to survive, while the old and weak they fell into the mountain stream.

The sound of the flute stopped, and Murong Jiu's gaze stayed on the three-foot-long flute, the mysterious Qixuan flute, the immortal and ethereal flute, the interpretation is no longer a simple tune, but a move that gives life to feelings.

His eyes were calm, but in the pupils of his eyes, the image of the Seven Xuan Flutes was clearly reflected. The Seven Xuan Flute, the Mysterious Flute, the flute sound penetrates the ears and resounds directly in the heart, expanding the artistic conception of the song exponentially.

In the song "Lingyun Flying", he seemed to see the void stepping on the clouds, he was proud, and his spirit actually strengthened his confidence in "not seeking with savages and breaking through the shackles".

Damn, that's too much of an exaggeration, isn't it...... Murong Jiu turned his head and was immediately taken aback, Hongguo'er, who was quietly listening to the sound of the flute, seemed to be petrified, his body was motionless, and his eyes were confused. Behind Hongguo'er, twenty savages gathered at some point, and they sat densely on the ground, their eyes glazed

The savages are ignorant and primitive, and they don't have as many feelings in their minds as Murong Jiu, and they don't understand the feelings contained in the sound of the flute that hits the soul of their hearts, but they just feel good and never get tired of listening to it.

"Murong, you blow it well. Hongguo'er, who was the first to wake up, was also moved, but she didn't shed tears, as if the sound of the flute in reality could not reach the hazy illusion that made her forget herself, but the cool flute still knocked on her heart from time to time.

Listen to it? That's pretty good, you see it's stupid to listen to them...... Murong Jiu smiled smugly, and his heart became more and more fond of this supernatural flute. Seeing the eager look on Hong Guo'er's face, he smiled and proposed, "Why don't you blow one?"

"Hmmm......"

With excitement and excitement, Hong Guo'er imitated Murong Jiu's posture and movements, and also put the Qixuan flute to his mouth, and breathed and exhaled the same, but the Qixuan flute couldn't make any sound. After Murong Jiu's repeated teachings and hand-in-hand guidance, the mysterious flute still did not make a sound. After many attempts, Murong Jiu finally came to the conclusion that the Seven Xuan Flutes belonged only to him.

Immortal, mysterious, mysterious, the three-foot-long Seven Xuan Flute cast an inexplicable weird color in Murong Jiu's heart.

Out of the Savage Valley, the many savages who had hunted their prey returned to the valley an hour later, and a dozen large beasts were hunted and dragged back.

After the command of the barbecue was handed over to Murong Jiu by the savage king, Murong Jiu shook his body, pointed at the big guys with his outstretched index finger, and an unceremonious howl burst out of his mouth, and suddenly the restlessness caused by the barbecue food arose among the savages.

Hong Guo'er still held Murong Jiu's arm tightly, and under the gaze of many savages, her heart was always cowardly. After the savage Wang Mengfang saw Hong Guo'er's body radiating supernatural energy, his pupils glanced at Murong Jiu for a moment, his gaze was calm, as if he was thoughtful.

Hulala...... Peeling skins, lighting fires, and barbecuing, more than a dozen beasts were supported on the flames at the same time, and the aroma of meat that overflowed was tangy, even if Murong Jiu disdained to be in the company of savages, he unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Ah...... Stop!"

"Stop!"

With a loud shout as Murong Jiu retreated to the outer circle, the savage king Mengfang also let out a roaring sound after him.

Ordering the half-cooked beasts to be piled up in the clearing, Meng Fang walked into the middle of nearly a hundred savages, stopped the riots of the savages, and said: "There are fewer and fewer descendants of the human valley, and today Meng Ge and Hongguo'er are combined......

The wild man didn't know much knowledge, and his words were scarce, but just this little bit of content violently shocked Murong Jiu and Hong Guo'er.

"I'm against it!"

The wild man's absurd inheritance fate forcibly enveloped Hongguo'er, and it would inevitably bury her delicate life, and at the critical moment, Murong Jiu stood up angrily, and looked directly at Meng Fang with a firm gaze.

"You?"

Meng Fang looked at Murong Jiu, his eyes flickering. In today's increasingly severe situation, the number of savages is declining sharply, in addition to the number of people who die in hunting, there are many savages who die at an early age, as well as middle-aged diseases and deaths, and continuing to maintain the strength of the Savage Valley is a huge problem that the savage king cannot ignore.

Hongguo'er's body is special, but as a savage, she will also bear the mission of reproducing for the savage valley. Meng Fang's gaze glanced at Murong Jiu and Hongguo'er, the extremely obvious similarity of the body made him resourceful, if Murong Jiu stayed in the valley and combined with Hongguo'er, he could increase the new life element of the savage.

In the Savage Valley, the Savage King has the greatest power, and there are no savages who dare to oppose and contradict at all, Murong Jiu, an alien boy, dares to openly rebel against the Savage King, and many savages suddenly lag behind, and then show Tengteng's fierce face.

Hong Guo'er's body couldn't stop trembling, her face turned pale, she had been with Murong Jiu for many days, she already had her own vague thoughts, and she had unwilling emotions from the bottom of her heart. But in the Savage Valley, she was almost ineffective, her status was humble, but she did not dare to resist the unfair fate, her hands held Murong Jiu's arm, at this moment, she could only rely on Murong Jiu deeply.

As far as I know, the union of blood relatives is the biggest factor leading to the decline of the life of the offspring. Murong Jiu looked up at the two-zhang tall Savage King, his face revealed a kind of fearless strength, and he fought with reason.